We've got the Moves like Jabba | CIS Dominion of Tatooine

[Razelle Breuner]

Location: The Dune Sea, roughly in the neighborhood of BFE
Objective: Hunt desert beasties
Tags: [member="Walker Twin-Sleeves"]
Post Count: 3

"You said it was a mouse last time," Raz idly commented with a smirk, eyes still fixed on the horizon. "You were very adamant about that." She had to admit, this was...fun. Like, legitimately fun. Fable was good for her psyche. She gave her something to focus on, someone to center herself around. An excuse to care for someone other than herself. Walker being around was something very different. He was...an expansion? Or maybe stretching exercises. Conditioning for interacting with people again.

His taste in music was surprisingly inoffensive, too. Aqualish industrial? Unexpected, but welcome. Sounded like home.

Buttermilk stimcaf, on the other hand, was nowhere close to anything Raz wanted to be a part of. That was revolting. "Avoid anything that isn't water out here," she commented idly. "Milk clogs the pores and doesn't circulate. Anything that stops you from sweating will make you overheat." Without a doubt, Razelle was much better with cold than heat, but this was pretty standard no matter what. Fluids were important, not flavor.

The speeder jerked as its repulsors compensated for a particularly jagged rock in the sand, bouncing the cockpit about and shifting the arms in the back seat. Raz's eyes shot to one side, picking up on a tiny little disturbance in the dunes about three hills over. "Footprints. We're looking for big and mean. If it's just big, we leave it and move on. No reason to waste ammo on something that's worth no stories." If this trip ended without tales of her being told to future generations of whatever tribe she decided to adopt, she'd consider it an abject failure.

Two dunes over, Raz hit the acceleration again and ramped her speeder off of it, getting a bit of a better vantage point from which she could spot- "There!" Her voice was barely audible over the rushing wind and roaring engines, and whatever she'd said might well have been lost to the sudden crash of metal on sand as the repulsors bottomed out. They corrected themselves almost immediately, and Raz jerked her poor speeder into a tight u-ey before gunning it off towards what she'd found whilst in freefall.

She'd found a cavern, and seen some glittering in the air nearby. Walker was not going to like what was about to happen.

 

[Walker Twin-Sleeves]

Location: The Dune Sea
Objective: hold on for dear life
Tags: [member="Razelle Breuner"]
Post Count: 3

As they sailed through the air like a skipped stone and began to plummet, Walker couldn't help a very undignified and near-hypersonic yelp of alarm. The second one was less scary, the third approaching fun. On the fourth, they bottomed out and Walker was momentarily positive that he was about to be thrown from the vehicle and splattered across the silica, rendered into a fine paste. His white-knuckle grip confirmed this terror in spite of a rictus grin he'd forced onto his face. For Razelle's benefit, of course.

When the crazed blonde finally spotted something worth running over and veered sharply towards a cave, Walker swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded in frantic acknowledgement. They had a target, maybe she'd shift to her customary caution and lack of speed? The roaring engine suggested that this was a silly idea.

Forcing himself to be useful, Walker leaned over the back of his seat again, fishing around. In short order, he produced Razelle's go-bag and rifle, keeping them in easy gripping distance for her. "Hey! What are we hunting, again?" Walker called out over the whipping winds.

 

[Razelle Breuner]

Location: The Dune Sea, corner of No and Where
Objective: Freak out Walker
Tags: [member="Walker Twin-Sleeves"]
Post Count: 4

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The speeder tore ass, then skidded to a stop a good five hundred meters from the mouth of the cave. A respectable distance away. The wind whipping by their bodies had been enough to keep them cool for a few minutes, and frankly Raz wanted this whole process to be over as fast as possible. Walker dove for her kit, and as she stopped and put the engine in idle, she grabbed, re-checked, and readied her slugthrower with a dispassionate lack of expression. Her voice was equally detached. No, wait. Not that...not distant.

Focused. She was hunting.

"Sketto," the blonde replied simply, cleaning the catch and reattaching the magazine. A bit more elaboration was required, naturally, and she did so while she checked the rest of her kit. One flashbang, one sonic, and a proper grenade-adapted mortar to get them into that cave without getting anywhere close. She wanted to stir things up, of course, but also disorient and possibly damage its inhabitants. "They're basically what happens when a mosquito has an angry one-night stand with a snake. They drink bantha blood, which makes them a huge problem for Tuskens."

Setting up the mortar, she placed the flashbang in with a ten-second timer, aimed, primed, and fired. The THOOMP was audible, but probably not out to half a kilometer. The second charge followed, sonic this time. Ten seconds later there was a crack like lightning had struck inside the cave, briefly lighting up about twenty silhouettes. Raz calmly picked up her mortar and hopped into the passenger seat, unlocking the safety on her rifle just as the second grenade went off. The roll of thunder would have been audible from twice the distance they'd set up, possibly three or four times. Inside that cave? It was likely deafening to the point of actually deafening a few of the critters inside.

After several seconds, there was a low, droning buzz. A few green streaks started limping and ducking about out of the cave mouth. Then a dozen. Then easily two dozen. Raz, patting Walker over to the pilot's seat, took up a steady position in the passenger seat. "And they swarm." She looked down her scope, zeroing cautiously on one of the buggers. At least a meter long, maybe half again. Thirty-centimeter retractable fangs, each with hollow tips to suck blood, not that they'd need it with Razelle and Walker's frail bodies. Her finger cradled the trigger for a moment as she lined up a telegraphed shot, then squeezed. Another crack, this time from her rifle.

A single slug lanced through the air, snapping a considerable hole through one flying snake-mosquito's body. It dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Immediately, Raz offered another tidbit of commentary. "Get ready to gun it. We don't want them to catch us." And that, for the curious, was why Raz needed a second pair of hands.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective 2: Feed the locals
Location: Tatooine

The maxibig sundae had a short lifespan until it melted, but he also had to share said sundae with the Squib workers he brought in tow for building the hydroponic farm in the town's outskirts, whom he knew would be sweating profusely and maybe even trying to get cold drinks elsewhere in the city. In fact, those Squibs secured a picnic table in the shade, so that he knew where to go upon receipt of the maxibig sundae. Once he made the payment for it, he simply rushed to the point where the Squibs were waiting for him with the cold drinks in tow. So, unless they worked in the more tropical regions of Skor where cocoa was grown, they were just as uncomfortable around the heat of the Tatooine desert as he was. What a relief, he thought, while eating his share of the frozen treat, and also realizing the Squibs were just as on the clock as he were, so the Gungan had to scramble for every bit of ice cream as he could, while making sure that the other three Squibs had proper utensils for eating the ice cream, as much as the Squib workers were giving out the cold drinks.

"Itsa time to eat"

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #1​

Objective: Establish Military Base​

Gear: Wither (Sith Sword) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | Shrouded Blade (Lightsaber) | Shroud of Desolation (Armor) | Ri Akuti, the All Seeing Eye (Amulet)​

Troops: 12th Ultranaut Regiment (5000 troops) | Psi Corps Operatives (2 agents) | 103rd Battle Droid Regiment (5000 troops) | 72nd 'Death Guards' Infantry Regiment (1000 troops)​

Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"]​

• CNS Midnight Exigent
  Exigent-class Star Dreadnought, in orbit around Tatooine

Tatooine... It had been the sight of many a battle, waged between countless nations throughout history, all seeking to claim its ancient, blood-soaked sands. This old, barren world was no stranger to war. Conflict had been a part of much of its past and many skeletons lay buried and forgotten beneath the dunes. Today it was the age-old conflict between crime and order, but fundamentally, the reasons did not matter. One side would kill the other and a victor would emerge.

Darth Tacitus, the Eternal Emperor of Nelvaan and the Lord of Admirals of the Confederate Navy was determined to insure it would be his side that would be the winner when the next war came along. So, while the special forces were busy purging the vile influence of the Hutts, Tacitus would establish a military base on Tatooine, in order to insure the permanent security of the planet.

A sizeable portion of his Sword Armada had been ordered to Tatooine, though today they were not here to wage war on imperials, but rather to ferry supplies and troops to the now Confederate planet. Shuttles of various kinds plunged into the atmosphere, from small troop carriers, to much larger Sigma-class dropships, the latter towing various base modules, such as large turbolasers and shield generators safely within their grappler claws.

Thousands of troops would deploy to the desert planet to salvage what was left of the old imperial base and repurpose it for the needs of the Confederacy. The troops would eventually be rotated out, when control was established and the soon-to-be-appointed Viceroy raised a militia of Tatooine's own to replace them, but until then, the Eternal Empire's elite troops would provide security against any would-be foreign invaders.

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[Gerwald Lechner]

Objective: 3
With: [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Wearing: This
Post: 2

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Shade of some kind suddenly covered the heat that was beating down upon him. Her actions as well as her words elicited a smile.

"Yes, I think with all the different worlds there are out there, I will need to figure out how to adjust between them.

This time he sensed another approaching, but not to the degree that Katrine had. Aston Jacobs, a man that was like a brother to Katrine, and the one who had helped them figure out who attacked Scherezade. She was somewhere on the planet also. Gerwald could feel her. He always could feel when she was around.

Pressing ahead, Gerwald was being stubborn until Katrine patted the seat and told him to get in. She was right. He didn't have to walk to the mouth of the cave, but he would be damned if anyone was going to help him kill the Krayt Dragon. This was his mission, this was his kill.

"Aston," he said in a greeting to the man who was driving. It was short and simple. Taking a seat he patted the man on the back of the shoulder. "I trust you have been well since we last met?" It was en effort to get to know someone that Katrine was close to. Gerwald wasn't exactly the best at small talk, but the effort was there.

"Thanks for pulling over..."

 

[Syn Blacken]

Location: Allecto City, Cafe near Bridge Tower
Objective: Keep the Hutts Away
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post Count: Two

'Right....so our objective is to place bombs throughout their sewage system. How big of a boom will all these explosives cause?' He asked, a beautiful explosion was something that could easily make his day. Even more so if it ended up killing a bunch of slimy hutts.

'Should be interesting to march through feces. Last time I did that I smelt of it for ages. Knowing what the hutts are like, it's likely gonna take twice as long to air out.' Syn was still trying to figure out about his thoughts about Scherezade. Explosives and shooting things were amongst his two favorite things. And she seemed to like them as well. All be it she seemed odd, but not the bad kind of it. It was peculiar, to say the least.

'Oh and yes ma'am it's Syn. Syn Blacken.' He nearly forgot to remind her. The drinking seemed to be affecting her, or so he assumed. This was going to be one hell of a mission if she kept it up.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Dune Retreat/Temple | Objective: Accompany Alessandra | Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] | Post: II

Asking Alessandra to accompany him for an evening was not so much a step as an eventuality. In the back of his mind he knew they had been progressing to that point, yet his own inhibitions kept him from acting on it. The two obviously enjoyed each other's company and while their duties kept them intertwined, so did another factor that Adron was mute to acknowledge. Once Alessandra agreed Adron would return her words with an almost conceited smile, as if her answer had been all but expected.

Dismounting the shuttle and stepping into the blistering heat of Tatooine, Adron looked to the sands that rose and fell over the distance, watching as the planet's blazing suns washed the world in a perpetual flame. His hand smoothed over his freshly trimmed hair, pulling the few hairs that had been disrupted by the rising winds back into place. His sky-blue eyes fell on the hooded figures that moved about, gracing each and every one a moment of his gaze before he looked to the contact Alessandra was set to meet.

Starvald. The name was foreign to Adron's ears and earned no extra thoughts. The Minister was still keeping his eyes trained on the surrounding cultists when Jairus called him by his former title. Adron's eyes were locked on the man for a moment, as he peered searchingly for the answer to a question he did not yet ask. Firm and polite, Alessandra corrected him, finally giving him cause to speak for himself. "It's Minister now. Minister of War." He interjected, still holding a smile that hid a thousand words. "My reputation precedes me." He continued, holding a hand out to the man. He would arch a brow, drawing his words into an inquisitive tone. "I'm afraid we haven't met Mister, Starvald is it? A pleasure." He assured.

When the offer to move inside came, Adron nodded in agreeance with his counterpart.

As they strode inside, the scenery quickly became the contrast of what they had seen outside. Half-buried ruin had become what he deduced some form of space for these "men" to use for whatever their operation required.

When they finally came to the area of their meeting, Adron took the seat beside Alessandra, waving a hand at the offer of refreshments. "No, thank you." He would decline, before settling into his seat, placing his hands in his lap clasped tightly.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Bridge Tower Sewers
Wearing: Jeans, black wide t-shirt, combat boots
Wielding: 12 Czerka knives, hidden beneath her clothes and in her boots, 4 glitter bullets, 20 trained Hutt babies with bombs strapped to them, spread into 4 different containers (henceforth to be known as the Hutt Breeding Program).
Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Syn Blacken"] [member="Formorta"] Syn Blacken [member="Dagon"] [member="Koda Fett"]
Post: 3

Of course she was going to keep it up. The amount of hours she'd spent sober since that night she'd been broken could be counted on a single hand, and there'd still be fingers to spare. She also already knew that once they were done with this mission, she was going to drink herself into unconsciousness. Being on Tatooine right now brought too much pain on, and while the reason was nagging her in the back of her mind, she was doing so hard her best not to think about it, not to think about the why, not to think about moments promised and moments shared.

"Not exactly," she said to Syn, "we're going to use the sewage system to get the bombs in place. Each crate you're carrying has five baby Hutts in it. These creatures are fiercely fast, much more so than their adult versions, and they're trained to follow orders. They're going to crawl and slug their way through the sewers to bring what we want down."

She had nothing to say about the march through feces. She'd never done it, though she'd caused more than her share of trouble in the feces department when they'd been on Maramere.

Pressing her shoulder to her ear, she sent a message to [member="Dagon"]. "Need a layout once you're in place." It was a short order, but one that would help her place the slugs properly. It seemed they still had some way to go through.

"These bombs will do little to shake the building's foundation," Scherezade resumed, "but inner walls and what's laced in them are gonna go boom. Just need to find the right apartments for them to go boom with."

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Locationune Sea....I think...
Objective:Support
Allies: [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Gerwald Lechner"]
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Aston showed them both a smile as they hopped in, the man smiling towards Katrine after she kissed his cheek. Aston always willing to help Katrine no matter the occasion was. He felt Gerwald's hand pat his shoulder to which he gave him a friendly nod and reached back and patted his hand that was on his shoulder for the brief time.

"Of of course my friend, It's getting harder and harder to get into trouble nowadays." He said in jest with a small laugh as he the speeder moved forward again, the wind whipping around them lightly. "And this was no problem at all. I almost didn't find you both." Aston said with a shake of his head as he flicked the computer in front of him. "This thing was picking up all sorts of traffic. And after you kill this thing, I can scour the cave for any lightsaber crystals. If you both don't mind."

Aston was quite glad he returned and found a small measure of company here with Katrine and even Gerwald. While his travelling around was fun it was always nice to stay put for a bit.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Sub-atmospheric altitude

Last time Daxton Bane was officially on Tantooine was their failed invasion against the Galactic Empire, leaving a bad taste in his mouth and wound on his pride that time never quite healed. Adjusting the controls of his ship, he knew the rest of his allies were also on the ground, perhaps also with the same score to settle.

Perhaps he should help them, although he doubted his services were needed, well definitely not against a few Hutt slugs trying to reclaim this world. No, the Sith Lord checked his coordinates and adjusted the throttle, slowing his vessel down as he got closer to the ground before landing in bone jarring thump.

The old fortress of Jabba was still a few clicks away but this barren patch of sand was why he came, buried under the shifting sands were a small tribe of Tuskens he had turned into zombies, slowly they crawled to the surface as the sensed the presence of their dark master.

 

[Walker Twin-Sleeves]

Location: The Dune Sea, or the eighth circle of hell.
Objective: Fly, you fools.
Tags: [member="Razelle Breuner"]
Post Count: 3

Gigantic terror-mosquitoes. Why WOULDN'T they be here to poke a nest of the worst creatures Walker could imagine? Razelle crumpled over him to ride shotgun - or rifle, as it were - and Walker busily cringled miserably into the driver's seat in response. When it was his own life on the line be really could be surprisingly fast.

He threw the speeder into reverse and floored the accelerator, relying on the fact that there wasn't much of anything in the Dune Sea to back into in a blind panic. No time for banter, only time for screaming metal and the roaring of a strained motor. When they'd made a little bit of space, Walker reached up to grab Razelle's belt with one hand, and furiously spun the wheel with the other - keeping the blonde from pitching out of the cab as the speeder hummed angrily and spun on its axis.

Going forward, it was a bit faster and much less nerve-wracking. Walker let out a victorious whoop, flashing the sketto behind them a rude gesture.

 

[Cerik Soloman]

Posts: 1​

Location: Aboard the CNS Midnight Exigent​

Tags: [member="Darth Tacitus"]​

Cerik leaned back at his desk within one of the guest quarters aboard the CNS Midnight Exigent. He had been reviewing old history teachings of the Force through the CIS Knights Obsidian Records. Every free moment that he had was usually spent digging through countless resources, many Old Republic and Jedi sources specifically, of the history of the Galaxy, the Force, and it's users. He was looking at some data of an old Clone Wars battle for some time when he finally sat back. He looked out the window and saw the now familiar view of travelling through hyperspace. He had been afforded many opportunities within the Knights Obsidian, travelling the galaxy, meeting new peoples, and experience new cultures. He had a fascination with the different societies of the galaxy, and after growing up poor and stuck in his home at Christophsis, he relished every opportunity he had. As he sat mesmerized by the vortex of blue space around the ship, he watched it drop out of hyperspace. Now his view was the beautiful from above, desert planet, of Tatooine. While he never visited the planet in the past, he knew much of it's history, as he brushed up on it upon receiving his assignment. Once a backwater planet with nothing to it's name, the dual sunned planet has become historically relevant due to it's countless battles and association with powerful Force users in history. Though, it's status as a backwater planet was retained throughout the years. After admiring the beauty of the planet eclipsing it's two suns, Cerik got up and headed for the bridge.

This assignment had been one of the more militaristic ones he'd received. As a new member of the Obsidian, the guys up top were still likely figuring out where his skill sets lie he figured. Though he had been officially inducted into one of their four branches, the Adjudicators, it didn't hurt for a Knight to be well rounded. He had been tasked with tagging along with Darth Tacitus, commander of the dreadnought he temporarily resided on. Cerik, as usual, tried to do some quick research on the man to get a glimpse into who he was working with. Surprisingly, he couldn't find much that wasn't classified beyond Cerik's rank. He did recognize the name from random news bits on the holonet. Of course though, a man like Darth Tacitus would show up on CIS news atleast once, because he was extremely high ranking in the CIS hierarchy. So high ranking in fact, that Cerik was not sure why he'd been assigned to assist him. Surely the Darth had many assistants and junior officers, but Cerik was here, assigned to do the Darth's bidding for the duration of the Tatooine operation. Perhaps it was for military experience, combat experience, or dealing with the locals? Or maybe... it was the Darth's alignment with the force. While the Knights Obsidian had no particular alignment, welcoming anyone capable, it was no secret that Cerik was strongly aligned with the light, and perhaps the Obsidian wanted him to work with what he was no comfortable with. After introducing himself to the Darth prior to departure, he could sense that darkness within him, and combined with the solitary mannerisms, sent a chill down Cerik's spine during their quick discussions. Nevertheless, Cerik had worked with fellow Knights during training sessions that also used mysterious powers of the Force that he himself did not, and still desired to make the best impression he could on the Darth and the rest of the CIS.

As he walked into the bridge, he could see the dropships heading off towards the planet. The only information that Cerik knew was that the Darth's first and immediate mission was the establishment of a military base on the planet. He had not known if the Darth would put Cerik to that task or to another matter, as he only agreed to meet him on the bridge once they arrived. As he walked through the busy and noisy bridge, he approached the Darth. He bowed to the man as a gesture of respect. "Hello Darth Tacitus, I see we have arrived. As per the Obsidians orders, I am at your disposal for whatever you see fit." He looked out towards the desert planet and awaited the reply.

 

[Razelle Breuner]

Location: The Dune Sea, running for our lives
Objective: Wrestle an industrial-strength mosquito swarm
Tags: [member="Walker Twin-Sleeves"]
Post Count: 5

The buzzing sound was getting louder now. The twin shockwaves, visual and sonic, had begun to wear off. Razelle didn't worry too much about that. Very few naturally-evolved creatures could keep pace with repulsor tech, and she was pretty sure some cave parasites from a nowhere dustball weren't among them. She drew another careful breath as the dovetail from Walker's sudden U-turn evened out. From there, it didn't take long to find her shot.

Razelle was, all things considered, never a good sniper. It involved too much math, too many calculations, and far too much cooperation with a spotter to make a shot over two kilometers, through foliage and obstructions, without being seen. She also wasn't fond of the ghillie suits. On the other hand, she was an exceptional marksman, which had far less to do with math and more to do with prediction, precision, and flat-out instinct.

There was an audible CRACK as her second shot tore through the air, spearing another Sketto through its torso. "Keep your head! We're fine!" she said idly but loudly over the sound of roaring engines. Another few seconds, and she leveled her imaging sight on a snake-squito going into a wild, ducking dive. Too unpredictable to catch, flitting about like that. The next CRACK achieved no scream of pain, but several of agitation from the now two-dozen Sketto chasing them. Raz set her jaw, took the loss, and tried again. As it came back from a left bank... CRACK three down.

Twenty-two to go.

"They're built for corners, not sprints! Slow turns, long straights!" There was a much larger cloud of them behind the ones closest, so Raz could likely fire blindly into there and get a few decent hits...but that would leave her and Walker open to their vanguard. She continued damage control. She had one more trick up her sleeve, of course. Because she always did. Settling on one that was closing at roughly one hundred meters, Razelle squeezed one more thunderous CRACK and sent a slug flying through its mouth, out the back of its skull.

She'd been probably not quite as careful as she thought she'd needed to be when planning this. That said, it was abject folly to assume that Razelle goddamn Breuner didn't have a few tricks up her sleeve. As she leveled her rifle on her next target, she tried to speak very plainly, so Walker could hear her. "Get ready to put it in autopilot and cover your ears! When I say flash, you drop, got it?"

CRACK!!

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Location: Dune retreat.
Objective: BYOO: Business.
Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]
Post Count: 3

His head inclined every so slightly as an acknowledgement.

"Of course, my apologies. Minister Malvern." Oh, Jairus knew who Adron Malvern was. One of the main voices of the former Dominion, a leader on Serenno and very, very far from his old home by the looks of it. Unlike the rest of the Sith Empire Jairus didn't really care one way or another about the Dominion. They had arrived, they had faded away eventually.

Such was the way of things in the Galaxy.

Water was brought to Alessandra's side as they settled themselves in. Oh, he recognized that one in her, Tatooine... it wasn't a restort world whatsoever. But part of Jairus enjoyed it.

The age to it.

The mystery.

"Oh, not at all, Minister Creed. Me and mine found ourselves here during the collapse of the Galactic Empire." Lips curled into an amused expression there. There had been nothing galactic about the little fiefdom strutting its way through this part of town. "We decided that we might as well stay and see what else Tatooine had to offer, which is when we stumbled upon this place."

His hand indicated towards the space around them.

"Indeed we have not, Minister Malvern, but your lineage is old and quite famous. I am somewhat of a historian and the ancient Houses of Serenno always interested me."

An easy explanation that rang right. Who needed anything more than that?

"Why don't we get straight to business? I would hate wasting your time." ...or having his own time wasted for that matter. "I would like to offer a mutually beneficial agreement between the Confederacy and mine. With the Alliance and the Empire falling, the Confederacy will find itself surrounded by territory neutral and open. Freedom, yes, but also potential chaos. My men have cleaned up this portion of the Dunes." This much was true, they would have seen it for themselves had they taken a walk or two through the desert.

The tusker raiders stayed away, as did the bandits rising up in the wake of the Empire's fall.

"We would like to keep it clean. There is much archaeology to be done here, mysteries to excavate. With the Confederacy's support we could uncover much about Tatooine's history."

A simple transaction- let them stay and keep the peace, while the study of the past continued.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Objective: Kill a Krayt Dragon, get a pretty pearl for Gerwald
Wearing: This
Tags: [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Post: Two

Katrine had nodded to Gerwald. He would definitely have to learn how to adjust between worlds he visited. Of course, Tatooine was a special planet, with its heat, sand and two suns. He would still have to.

He hadn't joined them in the speeder immediately though, at her invite, he did, moving her sit between the two. Suddenly Katrine became aware of the position she was in as the two men exchanged in small talk. One of them her beloved, the other one a rare member of her family she loved as much as she did. Enough to break her own curse with a kiss. It wasn't a kiss like the ones she shared with Gerwald or the kisses she'd shared with Katria and Jared but it was a kiss of love still.

It was one of those things that should have made this slightly awkward so it was probably a good thing Kat wasn't too familiar with those feelings. Instead, the Lupine giggled just after Aston asked if he could get himself lightsaber crystals after Gerwald made his kill. "Uhh... sure, I probably won't," Katrine responded. She didn't have a need for lightsaber crystals. Even the one that she had, Katrine never used it. There was a sentimental relevance to it more than anything else but Katrine had her ichor sword.

They were moving fast, her eyes glancing at the small screen ahead. It was showing all sort of traffic. "Yeah, should be busy. We've got people setting up a palace to help people. And dealing with some Hutts. Today's the day the Confederacy helps Tatooine," she commented as they moved faster to their destination.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Allecto Commons, Bazaar

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Allecto City, Tatooine.

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Obj. III | BYOO

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"Alright, kark this." Mishel looked behind her and then the barkeep, "so sorry."

She grabbed a couple of bottles off the rack and began to hurl them at Beelo, and with the last one she began to chug. A force push to keep someone off her while she chugged and then took a moment to get her aim down. And then she drew on the Force, and let loose a furious gasp of fire from her lips setting the trail of alcohol ablaze. Mishel took the opportunity to jump over the counter and make her way for the exit with a loud whistle to her crew that now was a good time as any to go. People began to rush out of the Wicked Womp Rat and Mishel just wanted to find a way back to her ship.

Mishel looked back over her shoulder and sighed setting a cantina on fire didn't seem to be the Jedi thing to do. She looked down to the sand of Tatooine and back at the cantina. The Tygaran pulled through the Force to command the sands and through this she pulled a massive arm of sand, throwing it into the cantina. "At least it's not on fire anymore." However by doing this she hadn't realized that she'd be upsetting the structure of the Bazaar itself. "Feth..."

"Why is this place so FRAGILE?!" She cursed whilst jumping down from the Cantina's upper level down to the sand itself and drew up from the ground trying to fix the pillars of the bazaar. "Ah... feth, feth, feth, a little HELP!" Mishel called to the other Jedi in the area, namely [member="Romi Jade"] and [member="Marakai Al'Orren"]. The twin suns of Tatooine beat down on her as she took in a long breath and exhaled. All the while she had been unware of where [member="Kayla Wylen"] had gone too, sure she had heard something before but to be fair she was getting shot at. Nevertheless, the padawan now continued to exert her own Force powers in an attempt to keep the bazaar from falling. Listen if Starkiller mom can uphold a karkin' fleet I can hold a bazaar, saavy? She thought as a way to keep herself calm. In the back of her mind she wondered just where [member="Shia Kryze"] had gone off to, and then there was that familiar calling from the Force.

One she had recognized from before, but one that continued to taunt her more than anything else.

 

[Syn Blacken]

Location: Allecto City, Cafe near Bridge Tower
Objective: Keep the Hutts Away
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post Count: Two

'Baby Hutt bombs?' Syn oddly found it amusing. 'We're going to be killing them with their own babies. Oh, how horrifically beautiful.' He spoke with joy, as a grin formed under his helm. It wasn't exactly the most moral thing but honestly was anything nowadays?

'It's brilliant. These little slimebags go boom and kill that big slimebag. Almost as nice as killing one yourself.' Almost. Unfortunately, nothing was ever truly going to be as sweet as killing a large bag of meat like a Hutt in person.

Syn wanted to speak more, possibly learn more about Scherezade. But he didn't know how to begin. He wasn't exactly the more social person, at least when it came to situations like this. Syn hated rambling, instead, he went back to being quiet.

His default state.

 

[Shia Kryze]

Allecto Commons, Bazaar

Allecto City, Tatooine.
Obj. III | BYOO

"WHY IS THE BAR ON FIRE?"

Shia's voice rang out from a swirl of sand, fire and fleeing patrons. She wasn't sure how she'd gotten here either.

"Haar'chak! This is why I don't go on holiday. This is why I can't take you anywhere Mishel!"

Let's ignore the point Shia had not been taking Mishel anywhere.

A beskar-clad figure leapt from a window as the structure began to shift in a deeply unstable fashion around her.

"Jetii!" She swore under her breath, at least a Mandalorian would have just, oh, brought a thermal detonator to a bar fight.

Of course, her own Force talents could do absolutely nothing... except... her eyes caught the girder fall, caught sight of the man beneath it, she heard the scream and the crunch before the impact.

"Not today, ner vod." She had no idea what she was doing, but she let out a painful grunt as blood began to drip from her lips and the girder fell... two inches to the left of where it should have, the man still screamed, but not the cry of the fatally wounded. "Oh."

Manda, that hurt.

"Mishel! Why is everything collapsing?!" She asked, entirely rhetorically, around a cough of blood. "I thought you people could throw Star Destroyers!"

[member="Mishel Noren"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Bridge Tower Sewers
Wearing: Jeans, black wide t-shirt, combat boots
Wielding: 12 Czerka knives, hidden beneath her clothes and in her boots, 4 glitter bullets, 20 trained Hutt babies with bombs strapped to them, spread into 4 different containers (henceforth to be known as the Hutt Breeding Program).
Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Syn Blacken"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Dagon"] [member="Koda Fett"]
Post: 4

OOC Note: Dagon's writer is on LOA, he has given permission to move his character as follows:

Spoiler

Nessarose-Today at 3:46 PM

question






what's the objective for boom on tatooine supposed to do while you're loaing






do we move your char around? ignore it and bomb away? something else?










GMSwagganaut [DNA1]-Today at 4:00 PM

Move him - say my droid walks in, Gets handed to Nari, goes boom then we kill Everyone










Nessarose-Today at 4:01 PM

kill nari too?








GMSwagganaut [DNA1]-Today at 4:08 PM

Yes










Nessarose-Today at 4:08 PM

okies

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Horrificly beautiful. That was a way to put it. When Scherezade had originally come up with the plan, the idea behind it was mostly to just make herself laugh. But she hadn't laughed, not really, not in weeks. It didn't help that her reason for no longer smiling was on Tatooine too, along with the other reason for it. Of course they'd be here together, laughing, enjoying their lives now that they had their siblings with them. Living the lives she'd planne- Scherezade let a small gasp out as she forced those thoughts down. Just a little bit longer. She'd focus on the mission, make the right things explode, and the go drink and slam her head into a wall until it cracked open to make it all stop.

"I've killed a Hutt myself," she said, her voice giving away just how elsewhere her thoughts were now, "it was okay."

Scherezade sighed as she and Syn finished walking down the stairs. She kicked the door that was there open, and the smell of the sewers immediately threatened to take the two over. She mostly wanted to vomit now. Thankfully, the Hutt babies seemed all the more excited inside their crates.

She looked up, allowing her sense to spread through the Force. She'd never met this Dagon person, nor anyone else that was up there, but she knew which signature to look for. They were almost in place. All she needed was that information.

"What would you have done?" she asked, turning to look at Syn, the green of her eyes almost glowing in the dim lights of the pungent below, "if you got to plan this. What's the first thing that comes to mind?"